Wapun Meadow et peccatum meum contra me est semper

The sounds ceased.

Except the sound of the bear-dog calling out, and her body thumping alongside him as she raced - in her limited capacity - to block his way.

Mesa couldn't follow the sounds now that they'd stopped. He paused and glared at the round shape of the creature, his fur beginning to bristle. He snorts, but relents.

The creature has a fat, soft body and no inclination to use their teeth, if they have them. Mesa considers going after the woman for a moment but decides against it; it wouldn't be worth the effort.

He chooses instead to... stall. To stalk and make a lazy advance across the meadow instead of a run, and to wait with open ears for signs of a target. The first cry had sounded very far — and the woman had tried to bar him from the path to the valley, which spoke volumes to the hunter.